S-ENF-011 - BEACH

Item #: S-ENF-011
Object Designation: Pool/Beach

"Couldn't you have gotten me a bigger one?"

"It's in your size," said Officer Song, over the nearly-invisible earpiece. "I don't know what you're complaining about."

"It's too small." Thelma tugged at the bright red string bikini currently tucked in between the cheeks of her plump posterior, feeling a little self-conscious. The Caribbean beach thronged with gorgeous women, in all shapes and sizes, wearing every kind of swimwear imaginable, but she knew people were still looking at her. She couldn't help it. She just had the kind of figure that attracted attention.

"Can you concentrate? We've got an anomaly to capture."

"It'd be a lot easier if you could get my wardrobe right." Thelma could feel her nipples pressing against the twin triangles of red fabric that were supposed to conceal her breasts. A volleyball player caught a glimpse of her as she walked by. The ball bounced off his head, but he didn't notice. "I don't even know what I'm supposed to be looking for."

"Whatever it is, it's subtle," admitted Carol. "We know from our sentiment analysis of online traffic that a lot of women have expressed sensations of vulnerability and shame in the vicinity of this beach, but we don't quite know why. Be prepared for anything."

"It's hard to be prepared when you feel like you're going to pop out of your top every ten seconds," Thelma grumbled. Up ahead, a film crew was interviewing beachgoers, apparently doing a live online broadcast for some kind of soda company. She gave them a wide berth. "There's no way this thing is my size! You know my boobs are way bigger than yours, right?"

"They're a little bigger," said Carol, frostily. "Nothing to write home about. Anyway, I double-checked your sizing with the computer system. That bikini should perfectly."

"Aha! Dr. Blithe must have hacked the system and changed my data!"

"No, we locked him out of the personnel files after the last incident. Or fifteen incidents. And we're sure he can't access the locker room cameras any more."

"The locker room what?"

"Anyway, you have nothing to worry about."

"There's no way this is..." Thelma stopped dead, in the middle of the beach, a thought having suddenly occurred to her. Her bikini, no more than two tiny triangles and a thin red wedge adhering to her mound of Venus, was exposing almost every square inch of her skin, from the warm, inviting slopes of her lush breasts to her soft, squeezable thighs and curvy, faintly jiggling buttocks. "That's it! The beach shrinks your bikini!"

"My god."

"It happens slowly, over time, so you don't notice. But, subconsciously, it makes you feel more and more exposed, walking around in a swimsuit that's getting just a little bit tinier with every step."

"Magnificently evil," said Carol, with a shudder, as a man holding two icecreams walked past Thelma. He glanced her way, tripped over his own feet and tumbled forward, accidentally depositing both icecreams down a lifeguard's cleavage. "But what happens..."

"Yes?"

"Once it knows you've caught on?"

Suddenly, Thelma's bikini shrank into nothing, leaving her standard on a crowded beach completely stark naked from head to toe. The resulting squeal caught the attention of the film crew, who immediately pointed the camera in her direction and began to chatter about how cute she looked.

The lifeguard, a hot blonde in a red one-piece, looked over in Thelma's direction and shouted "Hey! No nudity on the beach!" She was already in a bad mood, because of the icecream in the cleavage incident, and this was only making it worse. She was really going to give this rulebreaker a piece of her mind!

She marched over to Thelma, who was squirming with her hands cupped over her breasts and pussy in the middle of a giggling crowd, and said "Where on earth is your swimsuit, young lady?"

"An anomaly took it," whimpered Thelma.

The lifeguard rolled her eyes. "Never heard that one before. Alright, come with me. You like being naked? We're going to march you up and down the beach so everyone can see just how naked you are. See if you still like it after that."

And, ignoring Thelma's protests, she grabbed the curvy nerd girl by her upper arm and began to drag her back down the beach, in the direction of the film crew. With her other hand, she plucked at her red one-piece, trying to pull it out from between her ample buttocks. For some reason, it felt weirdly small.